A specter danced in the mist. A blue drizzle of light that danced softly side to side. As it grew closer, it became a defined circle - a glowing eye staring straight at him.

"Maen zaes gook?" the alien merchant whispered, a blanket of fear rolling over him.
"I don't want your garbage."
A monstrous orange hand sprung from the fog, pinning the merchant to the wall. Its skinless surface throbbed, as blue and purple veins made a fizzing noise in the victims ears.

The fog washed off Kait's face, first revealing a hideous helm of stone, and then a face, livid with frustration.

"Where....?"
The hand clutched tighter.
"Is...?"
The merchant squirmed.
"My....?"
A whimper.
"EYE?"


A silence fell between them.


The alien's torso was crushed; yellow blood and bile collecting on the floor.